You can supply love in the same way you demand it. There can be too much, or not enough. Yet, when it meets in the perfect middle - the equilibrium - there's nothing more fulfilling.
Amelia Claxton is the epitome of a perfect student. Top of her cl...
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HARRY STYLES JUNE 14TH, 2021
One thing about myself that I've learned to master over the years is the art of giving someone grace.
The barista accidentally gives you the wrong size of coffee? They were probably just stressed and forgot. You drop a couple bills in the tip jar anyway.
An interviewer asks an intrusive question? They're only doing their job. You give a vague answer and move along.
Hell, giving myself grace is something I've had to master too.
The girl you unexpectedly meet and instantly become enthralled by hasn't been in a relationship in years. To probably anyone else, her feelings about certain things would scare them away. For me, I give her grace.
I understand that she hasn't been in this position in a very long time. She hasn't felt these feelings since she was practically a child. I give her grace by listening to those feelings but also reciprocating my own.
It's been two weeks since Amelia admitted her feelings of being jealous over the woman who used to be in my life.
Of course I was angered by her words. I knew she had no reason to say the things she did or feel the way she felt. Even, she was aware she shouldn't feel that way.
I had to remind myself that this is still new for her. She told me she hadn't been in a relationship for years. Her perception of relationships was still in the mind of an eighteen year old. She had never experienced the feelings in the older version of herself.
I gave her grace.
Undoubtedly, I understood her reasoning. I knew her feelings weren't truly that deep. It wasn't as if she completely loathed the girl of my past. She just had a bout of jealousy.
It wasn't enough to make me want to stop seeing her. Now that I have had time to dwell on it alone, I would say I am rather indifferent to it all. I could even say it feels rather good to know she feels that way about me. That she's just as enthralled by me that she feels envious to someone in my past.
When we woke up that following morning on the couch, her head was in my lap and my arms still surrounded her body.
She had woken up with disheveled hair and was still utterly beautiful. I had a terrible neck cramp, but I woke up happy. This beautiful woman was staring up at me and any feelings I had felt hours before were dissipated entirely. All the emotions we had poured out the night before were gone. That loud silence had left us.
We were just two people lathering in the comfort of one another. Forgetting the sadness of the old parts in our lives and enjoying the calmness of one another. Two people who were trying to understand one another.
For that, I believe we were giving one another grace.
After that day, it was as if a silent pact had been made between us. We wouldn't hold a grudge against one another for those feelings. We wouldn't speak on them again.
